The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 862

 Chapter 862

 

“Argh, seriously!”

Siyan punched the air in frustration before collapsing to the ground. Her eyes, instead of tears, were filled with irritation and bewilderment.

"Why won’t you drop off like a pine caterpillar! You stupid brother!

Siyan used her spirit power to knock on the Blade of Requiem, pleading for him to come out, but Rimmer didn’t even show a strand of his soul’s hair, as if he was adamant about staying inside.

“Hah….”

Sterin exhaled sharply while staring at the heavily vibrating Blade of Requiem.

“The once diligent guy has returned as a punk….”

He shook his head, lamenting how Rimmer’s personality had deteriorated.

"To be honest, he wasn’t normal to begin with."

Erian clicked his tongue briefly.

“If you look at how that guy, who was supposed to become the leader of the Guardians, left the forest following a human, he was insane from the very beginning.”

He frowned, as if it was an absurd situation.

“However, I don’t think that kind of stubbornness from Rimmer is a bad thing. There must be a reason for it.”

“I think so as well.”

Sterin nodded with a gentle smile on his face.

“Thanks to him going to Zieghart, I got to learn what kind of man my grandson is.”

He clasped his hands behind his back, saying he believed in Rimmer.

“This isn’t the time to be smiling, both of you!”

Siyan stomped her foot toward Sterin and Erian.

"Uh…."

“My, my apologies.”

Sterin and Erian flinched and hunched their shoulders at Siyan’s angry outburst.

"Would something happen if the master remained inside the blade?"

Raon narrowed his eyes at the Blade of Requiem.

“If it’s his will to stay, wouldn’t it be fine to leave him for now?”

“If it were an ordinary blade, it wouldn’t matter. But….”

Siyan let out a heavy sigh.

“It’s not good for my brother to remain in the Blade of Requiem.”

She shook her head while looking at the World Tree, whose blue glow was fading.

“Is it because the Blade of Requiem is a cursed sword?”

“That’s right.”

“Then there’s no need to worry. As you’ve also sensed, Lady Siyan, the souls in the Blade of Requiem aren’t evil.”

Raon shook his head as he stroked the Blade of Requiem.

‘Rather, they’re pitiful beings.’

The souls in the Blade of Requiem were ordinary people who had been killed by the White Blood Religion.

Even as vengeful spirits, they didn’t want to harm others and had helped him several times.

This time, they had also accepted Rimmer’s soul and even sent him to his mental world, so there was no way they would harm him.

“I know that too.”

Siyan summoned a transparent water droplet to her palm.

“Then why….”

“No matter how kind and good, they are still vengeful spirits.”

The water droplet in her grasp sprouted dozens of thorns like a spiky chestnut husk.

“Vengeful spirits are pitiful souls who cannot leave this world because of lingering resentment. They inherently carry negative energy and, even if they don’t want to, end up harming other souls.”

Siyan gripped a sword made of water, letting out a short sigh.

"It’s the same principle as a giant monster with an attribute causing harm to people regardless of its own will."

“Ah….”

Hearing Siyan's words, Raon recalled the Red Dragon Turtle that had devoured the energy of the earth when he received Heavenly Drive from Vulcan.

“On the other hand, my brother’s soul is pure. As you said Sir Raon, it’s entirely free of regrets. If he just comes out now, he could receive the blessing of the World Tree and return to mana.”

She clasped her hands together, gazing at the World Tree.

“It’s good that he’s comforting the vengeful spirits, but if this continues, it will affect his soul.”

Siyan trembled as she expressed her worry.

“Would master be aware of that, too?”

Raon leaned forward, swallowing hard.

“That’s right! Try talking to that damn vice-division leader! Tell him to come out because his soul might get hurt!”

Martha raised her voice, telling her to at least pass on the message instead of standing idly by.

“Yes. Since the vice division leader is surprisingly a bit of a drama queen, he might come out if you say it’s dangerous!”

Burren also pleaded, bowing his waist.

“Hurry!”

Even Runaan approached Siyan with an urgent expression. Her blank eyes were stirred by worry.

“Th-that’s not possible….”

Siyan bit her red lips tightly.

“I can’t communicate with souls.”

She shook her head, explaining that she could only try to extract Rimmer’s soul with spirit power, conversing with him like a sorcerer or priest was beyond her abilities.

“And my brother can’t be unaware, either. He must feel the change to his soul, like black ink splashing onto a white canvas.”

Siyan sighed deeply, saying it made even less sense to her because of that.

“…….”

Raon furrowed his brow as he stared at the Blade of Requiem.

‘Why?’

Why is he staying in the Blade of Requiem?

Rimmer had left without any regrets, leaving behind only a wish for them to live happily, so his current actions didn’t make sense.

‘Is it because he wants to comfort the vengeful spirits?’

That was the only thing that came to mind for now.

Rimmer was someone more affectionate than he appeared, always thinking of others before himself.

“Lady Siyan, do you know why master is staying in the blade?”

“I’m not sure. If I were to guess, the first reason might be… he just finds it fun?”

Siyan let out a hollow laugh, as if even she found her own words absurd.

“That’s possible.”

Martha said it seemed highly likely, nodding her head.

“The second reason is probably what I mentioned earlier—he wants to comfort the vengeful spirits.”

Siyan clicked her tongue as she stroked the Blade of Requiem.

"I think that’s the reason. The vice division leader is very kind…."

Dorian sniffled, saying there couldn’t be another reason.

"And the last reason…."

Siyan looked at Raon and then at the Light Wind Division.

“Maybe he just wants to stay with the Light Wind division a little longer….”

Her eyes reddened as she said this might be the most likely reason.

“Ugh….”

“Oh no….”

“Vice division leader….”

The swordsmen of the Light Wind division either held their foreheads or let out heavy sighs, their gazes tinged with sadness.

‘That could be it.’

Raon nodded as he comforted the sobbing Dorian.

‘But that’s not the only reason.’

Rimmer had left the Light Wind division without regrets, he’d even taught Raon the saying that those who meet must part.

It didn’t make sense for someone like him to defy the natural order just because he wanted to stay with the Light Wind division.

‘Could it be that his soul is already…?’

That’s not the case.

Wrath calmly shook his head.

The soul of that shitty ears is very sturdy. He will be fine for a while.

‘Then why is he doing this?’

Just like that shitty ears’ sister said, maybe he wants to be with all of you a bit longer. Or possibly…

Wrath narrowed his eyes at the Blade of Requiem.

He might be sensing something visible only to a soul.

‘Something only visible to a soul?’

Yes. Because a soul has another eye.

Wrath suggested that Rimmer might be staying in the Blade of Requiem because he could see something visible only to souls.

"For now, let’s head back for today."

Sterin glanced at the sun climbing into the sky and shook his head.

The World Tree’s energy had subsided, so he seemed to suggest continuing another time.

“Understood….”

Raon clicked his tongue and grabbed the Blade of Requiem.

He tried to sheathe it and leave the holy ground, but the Blade of Requiem emitted a fierce hum and vibration, as if refusing to be sheathed.

‘Could it want to stay here?’

There seemed to be no other reason for the sudden vibration.

“Excuse me….”

Raon called out to Sterin and Siyan, who were about to leave.

“Would it be alright to leave the Blade of Requiem here for a while? I’ll stay with it just in case.”

He bowed his head, saying it seemed like Rimmer wanted to stay near the World Tree.

“Hmm, go ahead. Siyan, stay with him.”

“Pardon? Oh, yes!”

Siyan’s eyes widened in surprise at the sudden instruction.

“Eek!”

As soon as she met Raon’s gaze, she seemed flustered, hiding her face with her hands.

“Then, see you later.”

Sterin waved lightly before leaving the sacred with the Light Wind swordsmen.

"Let’s rest for a moment."

Raon leaned his back against the World Tree with a faint smile.

"Ah, ah, yes…."

Siyan, covering her face with her vivid golden hair that seemed to melt sunlight, sat down next to him.

It felt a bit like she had returned to the shy person she was when he first came to Seipia, which made Raon feel slightly relieved.

"Um, um, Sir Raon. May I ask just one question?"

"Yes, please go ahead."

Raon nodded as he looked at Siyan. The seriousness in her eyes peeking through her hair suggested she wanted to talk about something important about Rimmer.

‘Somehow, it feels a little more heartfelt.’

Was it because he, too, now had a sister like Sia? He found himself wanting to take better care of Siyan, who had lost her brother.

As he resolved to answer whatever she asked, Siyan slowly opened her mouth.

“When you cut down the Second Apostle with a single strike in order to get the Soul Stone, what kind of sword technique did you use?”

Siyan, who had just been shy, suddenly brought up the matter of cutting down the Second Apostle.

"Pardon? Ah, I-I didn’t cut her in one strike. Though I made it sound simple, it wasn’t easy. A slight mistake, and I could have been…."

“You did cut her down with a single strike! What sword technique was it?”

“No, that’s not what—”

“A single strike!”

"No, what I’m saying is…."

"In one strike!"

"Uh…."

Raon’s jaw dropped. It seemed that, in Siyan’s mind, it was already decided that he had defeated the Second Apostle in one strike. Raon found himself thinking that Encia really had taught her well.

"Well, then… Crimson Slash…."

Siyan’s eyes clearly demanded an answer, so Raon reluctantly mentioned his personal favorite sword technique.

“With blood on your cheek and the back of your hand, and eyes tinged with sadness, you used the Crimson Slash, right? …Aah!”

Siyan exclaimed in delight and immediately began writing her new findings in a book.

"……."

Raon’s warm gaze, which had resembled that of a caring older brother, grew cold.

Truly….

Wrath shook his head as he looked at Siyan.

There really isn’t a single normal woman around you.

He muttered that he never knew that shy woman would change like that when writing a book, letting out a laugh of disbelief.

"Sigh, I give up."

Raon let out a sigh and sat down on the ground. Seeing Siyan, who had been feeling down, looked even a little more at ease, he felt somewhat relieved.

Thud.

He placed the Blade of Requiem, which he had been holding to support his head with his hand, on the root of the World Tree.

‘It’s finally staying still.’

The Blade of Requiem seemed satisfied with remaining near the World Tree and stopped vibrating or ringing, lying motionless as if dead.

‘But why does it want to stay here?’

As he tilted his head in contemplation, wondering about the reason, the crimson blade of the Blade of Requiem seemed to shimmer with a blue light.

‘No, it’s not just how it looks.’

It was absorbing the natural energy flowing from the World Tree.

Like a small vessel collecting raindrops, the natural energy flowing from the World Tree was falling onto and being absorbed by the Blade of Requiem.

"Lady Siyan!"

Raon called out to Siyan, who was writing manically.

“Yes? Ah, yes! Is there something else you wanted to say?”

Siyan looked up, her rabbit-like eyes wide.

"Could the World Tree’s mana suppress the negative energy of the vengeful spirits residing in the Blade of Requiem?"

"Excuse me? Um, that…."

Following his finger, she lowered her gaze toward the Blade of Requiem.

“It—it seems possible. No, I think it is.”

Siyan dropped her pen and nodded.

"People often think vengeful spirits exist only to harm others, but that’s not true."

"Then what are they?"

"A normal soul doesn’t suddenly gain immense power just because it harbors resentment. They become vengeful spirits because they destroy even their own existence to generate power."

She bit her lip, explaining that the spirits within the Blade of Requiem must still be experiencing excruciating pain.

"Then, master…."

"Yes. I think brother is staying in the Blade of Requiem near the World Tree to ease the pain of the vengeful spirits, even just a little."

Siyan trembled as she spoke, saying she was sure of it.

"Brother…."

She finally couldn’t hold back and dropped blue teardrops onto the pages covered in writing.

That shitty ears. He’s doing something cool for once, even though he didn’t when he was alive.

Wrath nodded with a satisfied expression.

‘Exactly….’

Raon smiled faintly as he felt the wind seemingly stirred by Rimmer through the World Tree.

‘I don’t understand why he seems cooler now that he’s gone.’

*   *   *

After leaving the Blade of Requiem next to the World Tree, Raon went to find Sterin.

He told him why Rimmer chose to stay in the Blade of Requiem.

"Is that so…."

Sterin brushed back his white hair, which had fallen over his forehead.

"His meddling nature is so typical of him. Even in death, he’s the same."

Despite his blunt words, his deep smile revealed his pride in his grandson.

"That’s right."

Raon nodded slightly, smiling.

"It’s exactly like master."

Later, Raon learned that Rimmer had visited 'swordsmen' who couldn’t officially become trainees at the fifth training ground, comforting them and helping them find a path forward.

Because he was such a caring person, it seemed he was now trying to ease the pain of the vengeful spirits.

"Once the wounds of the vengeful spirits heal a bit, I think he’ll come out on his own."

"Then we just have to wait a little longer."

Sterin nodded, agreeing that it was the best course of action.

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to mention this..."

Raon took the sword of Rimmer, which was at his waist, and held it out to Sterin.

"I heard that master’s sword is Seipia’s divine relic, so I brought it back to return it. Thank you for everything so far."

He bowed his head, expressing his sincere gratitude.

"Hmm…."

Sterin gazed at Rimmer’s sword before shaking his head.

"Since the Blade of Requiem is now in Seipia’s holy ground, you keep that sword for now. And…."

He rose slowly from his seat.

"There’s something I want to give you."

Sterin stepped outside, motioning for Raon to follow.

‘Something he wants to give me?’

 

 

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